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Sunday, December 25, 2011

On The twelfth Day of Christmas, Santa was given to me~: Don't Open Till Christmas (1984)

Don't Open Till Christmas (United Kingdom, 1984)
rating: ***
starring: Edmund Purdom, Alan Lake and Belinda Mayne

Okay, okay, I'll admit everything: It's incredibly stupid and sleazy, with more tits than a Holiday orgy at the Kennedy Compound. (whatever that means) But, yes, in the vein of movies like The Demon and Pieces, it's dumbfound fun and blood galore in a mean-spirited way.

Some loony in a plastic mask and hoodie is out for blood. Santa's blood to be more precise as everybody and anybody wearing the red suit and hat are sitting ducks for the killer. To the rescue is Inspector Harris who began looking for the psychopath responsible, but things might go off a bad start as more murders pile up in grisly fashion. Who is the killer and what caused him to go cuckoo everytime he sees Santa? And what'sup with that journalist?

Yes, if you're gonna narrate this story in a nutshell, it's probably just that. Nothing more clever than a bunch of cops trying to figure out who's killing all the Santas and probably a lot dumber at that. While the premises of the film is indeed new, rather than the standard killer Santa Holiday flickie, we get a Killer-out-for-Santa reverse formula that's ripe for the picking. Unfortunately, the film suffers a massive flaw that had more to deal with story and production.

Most of the film's run gets uneven with it's plot, with random floosies arriving here and there that does nothing but play red herring for nothing, and so goes to protagonists who seem to have troubles from the pasts biting them in the arse but never fully getting around it. (plus they're poorly acted) Because of this, the characters are either forgettable or just annoying; add some really boring score and some tacky lighting and editing, the result's an obvious desperation for a good B-flick that tries too hard.

Muddled maybe is its story, but what the film didn't fail to provide are some juicy killings that come off as inventive" as possible.( If that's that they were aiming for). Machetes to the face, broken bottles to eyes, and a memorable castrating, Don't Open Till Christmas boasts some pretty neat, if not cheap, bad-taste gore that delightfully passes as decent for any gore hounds alike. Plus, any movie to feature Caroline Munro in a cameo, and break the holy "virgin rule" that every slasher film follows, couldn't be all that bad, right?

While not the best out there, it's a fair share of good, laughable cheese and bad-taste cinema that missed a lot of opportunities to be something great and big. What it did end up is one weird, mesy and a "so-bad-its-good" sleazy B-Flick slasher whose reputation falls on the one who watches it. It's really a love it or hate it flick, doused with silliness that only the compassionate would love.

Bodycount:
1 male knifed on the gut
1 female knifed on the gut
1 male had a spear thrown through his head, exits to mouth
1 male had his face forced into grate, burned
1 male shot to the mouth
1 male gets a switchblade to the neck
1 male repeatedly knifed on the gut
1 male gets a riveted glove to the neck
1 male gets a broken bottle to the eye
1 male billhooked on the face
1 male castrated with razor while urinating
1 female repeatedly stabbed on the gut with switchblade
1 male electrocuted on a rigged car
1 female strangled
1 female pushed down the stairs (flashback)
1 male had a bomb disguised as music box decimates next to him, dies
total: 16

2 comments:

  1. Hilarious movie, and nearly every single kill is absolutely awesome.

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  2. Plus it has Caroline Munro! Haha, who knew it was that cheesy!

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